Evanescence & Senescence

one of the first poems I ever wrote as a teen began smoke sent her head to the ceiling - so I an emphasise with these verses

That's a very cool line, SweetOblivion...

One after my own heart.  :)))

I greatly admire that you remember this line.
It is almost as though it has become something living.

And demonstrates your passion.

That really inspires me.

I really think the purity and magic
of writing, at those times, is just...  Remarkable.

I have always thought about the
young writers.

I always wanted to write something
that would inspire them...  Empower them.

It was once my dream to start a publishing company,
where I could perhaps work with that energy.

(All energies, but that energy...  Specifically.)

I just thought about how it might be
to find the "me's" from all corners of the globe sort of thing.

I think people maybe get close minded
and fucked up with time.

But then I see this...

You remember.  And that really impacts me,
and shows me that maintained the purity of that.

You know...

Keilani recently composed something,
where the title was a title of a volume of poetry
she wrote when she was 16.

(Oh.  and I do realize that many would say
that the work of a teen is not developed enough
to work with...  like how babies have the imagination
but not the language document their imaginings.)

I don't know...  Those were some instinctive ideas of mine.

I may still do something of this nature.

But to just remember...  That is of great value.

Nevertheless.  Be well.

Keats and Shelley both wrote as teens I believe

:)))